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Neelaksh Goyal Poem
Can an ocean live without its water?
Can there be a before without its after?
Can there be joy without its sorrow?
Can there be righteous depth without a hollow?
Yet you want love without pain!?
Yet you think you won't lose when you gain?
Can there be light without shadows?
Can you lead without someone to follow?
Can you have reality whitout fiction?
Can there be contradictions without suspictions?
Yet you think there can be winners without losers?
Yet you think there can be lovers without haters?
Can you have a night without a day?
Can you argue without the other's say?
Can you find without loosing it?
Can you fix without breaking it?
Yet you think there can be many without few?
Yet you think I can live without you?
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Neelaksh Goyal Poem
If everybody had the guns
Then I would just sit back and watch the fun
Oh what a lovely scene it would have been
Blood all over the place like in my dreams
Those bangs and booms and crystal clear screams
Razor sharp weopons in our hands cutting anything
When the culprits became the victims and die they indeed
What a lovely place it be with the world doing the devils deeds
No angel no mercy as they were burned first by thee
And gods tied in chains to watch the humanity flee
I'll rise from hell once it's all over
And turn into a god just like the one before
Create this new world with my own hands
Then wait again till it needs to be given a befitted end
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Through the ages of dark and light
Through the setting days and rising nights
Through the depths of oceans and heights of skies
Through the greenery of heaven and desert of abyss
I have traveled and witnessed all that's worthwhile
Desolation shines the brightest when the pride falls inside
Looked through their mirror and seen thy reflections
Implemented thy follies which they called perfections
When to no avail thy turned to lords of respected needs
With innocence on their face and hearts filled with greed
I have been their and done it all that they deemed worthwhile
Desolation shines the brightest when the pride falls inside
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"The known two stops to men,
departure from life arrival at death
Though same fr one and all
But not time place journey
And even the events that may fall
One journey where you only travel and move forward with no break chains
Whether its sunshine,snow,fall or even if it rains
Can't look back either and no stops in between
Thgh u can meet different travelers alongside and make this journey more interesting
But don't try to turn the wheels rotation you might just derail and stand
for eternity without any motion
And then all you can do is look around and hope for help by others traveling by
But only if they travel through same road and if they do then only if they stop by
Journey through this with a smile and nothing shall happen
Loose your smile and all you'd want will be to abort right then
Departures are always tearfull and arrivals worthwhile and fill your heart with smiles
But still I don't know why people fear this destiny of theirs all this while??
If u ask me I'd only say with this smile so broad
Don't hesitate and loose your fear within
Believe in you and me and come aboard"
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A child by heart asked what it feels at last
When there's nothing left that can heal,you
All that's left is million pieces of glass
Carry them and spil blood drops like morning,dew
He says he sincerely loved someone,
When that fool didn't even knew how to,hate
He prayed for a thousand nights for her
But soon he realized solitude was his only,fate
He stood for her in the valley of deep blue
He says she would be standing by her, side
The valley dried with him standing like a fool
His tears overflow soon to drown the valley in his,tide
Screaming out in agony and pain
The very promises they made are now,broken
Driven by this very fear he is finally insane
And now all his scars are wide,open
Now he waits with every hope drenched out
After his dark night he sees the first yellow,light
A figure within reach lends a hand out
She has arrived with wings of feather as bright as,white
Copyright © Neelaksh Goyal | Year Posted 2015
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